philosophical

How perfectly evil spirit and beauty can combine in one person, harmonically supplementing each other.

And now, it turns out that our mother__ name means benevolence and generosity to people as objects of love! This is both a unique and beautiful name, Charity. __t was one of life__ cruel ironies,_ I thought, __hat a midwife, or whoever filled in the documents, must have known our mom__ name. I suppose she had a lot of fun naming us Hope and Faith! Or, on the contrary, she sympathized.

Maybe the consequences of someone__ unreason can be remedied only with a new unreason?

What if initially they had named you Faith and me Hope, but afterwards they forgot who of us had which name and swapped them around by mistake? You always believe that everything is going to be all right, and your faith helps me.___nd you hope that it will be that way. We have this close bond between us,_ and, after thinking a while, you added, __ll people need hope, no one can live without it; and our hope is way stronger when it is warmed up by faith. So it isn__ really important who is Faith and who is Hope; the main thing is that we are connected together.

You have always understood and accepted my most genuine, most intimate impulses and responded to them with surprising accuracy. I wish all people turned into such mirrors for each other.

Sometimes it feels like you and I are at the movie theater, sitting next to each other and watching the same movie. People say something, argue incessantly, even fight, but this is all somewhere far away, on the other side of the screen, and we are just passive onlookers unable to affect the course of events.

Hope, tell me how could it be possible that grief and happiness are scattered all over the world so unevenly? Why do some people get all the troubles and misfortunes while the others are intoxicated with the abundance of material belongings, fat bellies and money? Why is there such injustice? Or, maybe, we are mistaken it__ unfair!?

Is it so hard to offer your help and sympathy to somebody in grief? It takes a little to make one step, but, in an inexplicable manner, it stretches into thousands of kilometers. All of us are full of empathy and consolation but always prefer to express it from a distance.

People have no limits either in love or in hatred. But is it their fault? They despise us because they are afraid, for we remind them that getting crippled or sick might happen to anyone; or, perhaps, the true reason of their hatred lies much deeper inside, stemming from the hidden ugliness of their own souls?

People! Please. Listen. Our life, our bodies are the most authentic clinical record ever! Why do you have to ask for any other one, alien, fake, distorted by illegible handwriting belonging to someone who has never been us and has never tried to understand us? Do you think that is right?

I clearly saw us from outside, like in a picture: we are not people, we are a road sign warning: __top and thank luck because such fate didn__ befall you as befell us, and only then keep going your way_.

Hope, what if initially they had named you Faith and me Hope, but afterwards they forgot who of us had which name and swapped them around by mistake? You always believe that everything is going to be all right, and your faith helps me.___nd you hope that it will be that way. We have this close bond between us,_ and, after thinking a while, you added, __ll people need hope, no one can live without it; and our hope is way stronger when it is warmed up by faith. So it isn__ really important who is Faith and who is Hope; the main thing is that we are connected together.

Probably, sooner or later every person founds oneself to be needless.

It is hard to take the last step, but the hardest thing is to make a choice between the unwillingness to live and the inability to die.

Oh, this tormenting concern that your neighbor__ life might be better than yours! And how great it feels when you realize that the truth is exactly the opposite; and we__e not so different after all. Nоthing brings true neighbors together like a little friendly competition.

It always turns out this way: at first people idolize you, swear to be your faithful friend forever and then spit in your tea and in your soul, too.

It is worthy of note that killing oneself and killing someone is not the same. For the former, one should lose one__ faith, for the latter, one should never have any.

I think everything__ beautiful that is done through human__ heart and soul, that makes one__ inner world visible, that gives a chance to look at oneself from outside _ everything is beautiful, even us.